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I feel bad for my reaction. He starts to appologise but I stop him be putting my fingure to his mouth and shake my head. I place my hand atop his and feel color rise in my cheeks again for my earlier reaction. We both understand without a word. I start wondering where we are going and ask him. He nods up ahead and I see a resturaunt that sits out over the water. There are a few boats tied up at the base of it. The carage stops infrount and we go in, him offering me his arm and me taking it. He gives his name and the host leads us through the resturaunt and to another door. Our guide opens it then takes us to the lower level of the place. We end our journey at a window where we can over look the bay. The host whispers something that I can't hear then leaves. We sit, him holding the chair for me, who says chivalry is dead, I like it. He sits then signals the barkeep, I realize this is just a lounge. We order drinks, I deside for something non-alcholic, and continue small talk, how long he's lived here, what he's done, all the stuff we already know, buit it's different in person. We are brought menus which was odd but I looked it over. A waiter come a few minutes later and takes our orders and the menus. The host returns after fifteen minutes or so, it doesn't really matter any more. We stand and follow him again, this time he takes us through a different door and I'm surprised to find we are outside again. He leads us along the dock to a medium sized craft at the end, there were already two people on board. I notice the name of the resturaunt on the side and turn to him eyes wide. He has a boyish smirk on his face that would have made a mother wonder what he just did. We board the boat, a three candel stand is bolted to a wooden table and is lit as we sit across from eachother. The flames send shadows around the boat. We pull away and sail smoothly out onto the water, it's like flying. I can smell something cooking in the aft area, it must be our dinners. I gaze at the shore where moments ago I had stared out over the water. Two glasses are set on the table and a chilled bottle is placed in a bucket atop a stand. The bottle is opened with a *pop* and the glasses are filled halfway.